Chapter 209 The Other Side Of Him {3}

Chapter 209 The Other Side Of Him {3}
The way he handled each nipple like they were all that mattered. He cupped my boobs, tugging on each nipple as he sucked delicately.

As he suckled, he would watch the expressions that crossed my face.

I would suck or bit any of my lip, dig my fingers into his arms, gasp and part my lips.

"Do you like this?" He eyed me as he continued his quest for more.

I couldn't see what he was doing to me. But I could feel them. The strummings in my lower abdomen had grown worse, I was slowly losing my mind.

"Mr. Adams," I gasped when he bit slowly on my left nipple.

"Call me Adams," he kissed my parted lips then returned to my breasts.

"I can't call you that," I protested.

"Why?"

He didn't halt his assault for one second. It was either my lips or his mouth on my nipples did the talking.

I felt my panties getting soaked by my juices.

"You're much older than me," I stated my reason.

"It's only a six years gap. And you think I'm already too old for you?" His lips was moving to my neck while his hand ravaged one of my breasts.

He knew my age!

Mr. Adams Carter knew how old I was.

What more did he know about me?

"Oh my," I gasped when he kissed a sensitive spot.

He noticed how I grinded on him, pulling his robe from his body. "You are a woman to me, Mia. And not for one second have I ever considered you a girl." He whispered as his hand slid to my thighs.

Hearing those words from him caused a sweetness inside of me. An arousal so strong was begining to overwhelm me.

I wanted more.

My hands were doing the talking. I touched and touched until satisfied coursed through me when I realized he had pulled out from his robe.

"Do you really want me inside of you?" He ran a thumb across my wet panties.

I bit my lower lip. "Yes, Mr. Adams."

"Adams." He insisted, shoving a warm bite to my neck.

"Adams," I arched into him.

"Yes," he responded, kissing me boldly as his hands wrapped around me.

"Will your yes be yes if I take this blindfold off your eyes?" He asked me as he managed to pull my skirt from my around me.

It was a wrapping skirt, so it was quite easy to pull that from my body.

I tried to think my way through his question. I didn't understand it but the sensations that clouded me was doing the talking at the moment.

All I wanted right now was to have him inside me.

He shifted me a little then pulled my hands to touch his phallus.

"Do you still want this inside you?" He repeated the question, his hands grazing my hands while I touched his phallus.

My breath caught sharply in the depth of my throat.

What I was touching gave a picture of a monstrous dick. Although it amused me to worry that his rod would unlikely fit inside me. Yet, I could barely take my hands off it.

He must have noticed my naivety on his dick.

"Have you ever touched a dick?" He questioned.

"Yes." I lied.

"Why do I feel you're lying to me, Mia? When I kiss you here," he kissed my lips, "you're close to the clouds. When you touch my cock like you do, your hands are curiously looking for more."

Why did his words snap an explosion inside me?

"It's not true," I said but my voice held no power.

Why was I trying to prove myself to him? I was a virgin and why did that make me ashamed?

He probably had different women in the past who gave themselves to him? Women more experienced than I was.

So he could easily tell who was new to the act of sex and who wasn't.

Adams unknotted the blindfold from around my eyes.

The piece of clothe fell.
Our eyes locked momentarily.

That was when I felt it, he held his cock and rubbed it against my parched panties.

"Do you still want it inside you?" His voice was hoarse and thick with desire.

One look at his rod had an horror stained across my face.

"We can stop now," he kissed me as he slide his fingers into my panties, slipping through the cleft.

The words I'd wanted to say burned my lips instead. I let his fingers tantalize me a bit unaware of his rod pressing for entrance.

"God, Mia. You're so tight." He pressed in a finger as he kissed my neck.

Slow pain danced for awhile, and another as he pushed further two fingers.

My hands flung around his neck. I wouldn't spill the beans now that I was a virgin.

He would stop.

And he would probably treat me like I never existed.

I bit down my lip to stop myself from grunting as pain swirled around for awhile.

"Kiss me," he said.

I tried to kiss him while he found his rod kissing the cleft of my pussy.

"Mia, I'm going to thrust in now. You can stop me if you don't want this." He warned.

I should have taken his warning but I placed my mouth over his as my response.

Then he pulled me up halfway and brought me on his shaft gradually.

Pain tore through me. I let out a moan.

I gasped, trying to clamp my thighs together but it was futile.

"Mia, how can you be so tight?"

Just when I thought the pain was over, he shoved the rest of his dick inside me. One of my hand flew over my mouth as I muffled a scream.

He watched my face as he entered me.

He must have sensed it because he suddenly froze, watching pain dance across my face.

"This is your first, Mia," he said, certainly horrified by the realization.

Perhaps he was hurt by the portrayal of me being experienced. He tried to pull out.

"Please, don't stop," I begged him.

"I want to do this. I want to do this with you." I finished.

He was momentarily stunned. As the emotion faded, he turned me towards the bed, placed me on it and let himself between my legs.

"If I had known this is your first, I wouldn't have started this in the first place." He seemed hurt.

"Please, make love to me, Adams. I want to do this with you. And I want my first to be you."

My voice broke that shell of hardness surrounding him. He pulled me in and kissed me.

"What am I? That you should fall this hard for you and I should be honoured as your first?" He raked his tongue down my neck that I shivered.

I cupped his face, looking into his eyes. "Because you're Adams Carter." I explained to him.

He kissed me passionately, hugging me to his body as he started to shove in and out of me.

Pain tinged with a certain kind of sweetness that I buried my face into his neck.

His thrusts were gentle, tender and sweet. He knew how to fuck a woman.

Wrapping my legs around him, he watched my face. "Does it hurt?" He whispered.

"No," I shook my head.

I was on the edge of something ecstatic. I have never felt such a thrilling emotion before.

I moaned as his thrusts intensified. Pulling me close he kissed my parted lips.

And as he neared his climax, so did I.